He tosses his shirt onto our king-sized four-poster bed, reaching for the bottom of his white undershirt and tugging it up and over his head.
Even after five years of marriage, he still makes my heart race. My gaze wanders across the lines of muscle and dark swirls of ink. That broad, powerful chest ismine. Only I get to feel the dips and curves he works so hard for in the weight room. And God, do I want to feel them now.
“Nah.” His teasing smile returns. “I’m enjoying this too much.”
“Asshole,” I mutter.
“What was that?” His hands freeze over his belt buckle.
“I said you’re an asshole.” I glare at him. “It’s been three weeks, Jude. I’m dying here. You told me not to masturbate, and I haven’t. But you’ve probably been jerking it every night.”
Jude’s expression turns serious. “Not even once, babe. I promised you, and I always keep my promises.”
I believe him. He’s about to poke a hole through his pants with his hard-on. He just has more patience than I do.
“If I’m an asshole, maybe I should just go catch some news on TV and leave you here to think about things for a bit.” He steps close enough to me that I can feel the heat of his big, powerful body.
“No.” My whimper is back. “I’m…sorry I called you an asshole.”
He steps back and returns his hands to the belt buckle, moving painfully slowly.
“You’re the most headstrong woman I’ve ever known.” The belt buckle clanks as he unfastens it. “It’s one of the things I love most about you. But in here, I make the rules, don’t I?”
“Yes.” It’s not even hard for me to admit it. I am stubborn as hell everywhere else, but in the bedroom, he owns me.
“Good girl.” His pants come down, followed by his boxers, and finally I get a look at the rock-hard cock I’ve been fantasizing about.
“You look hungry, Reagan.” He gives me a look of mock confusion. “You want me to go make you a sandwich or something?”
“Fuck you,” I mumble.
He grins and sits down on the end of our bed, so we’re face-to-face but several feet apart.
“Maybe,” he says, wrapping a large palm around his erection. “Or maybe I’ll just get myself off while you watch.”
His groan is long and deep as he strokes up and down his dick two times. My heart hammers and my core floods with heat as I watch him.
“No. Jude…no.”
“I haven’t touched it once other than when I took a piss since I left here,” he says. “I promised you I’d wait till I got back, and…I’m back, right?”
My chest rises and falls as I breathe hard from the sight of him touching what’smine. Doing what I’ve been dying to do since the first night he was gone.
“What can I do?” My voice is high and desperate. “I’ll do anything, Jude, just please stop. Please.”
His smile is almost feral as he takes his hand away and stands up. “That’s what I like to hear. Complete compliance from my little tiger.”
He knows I hate it when he calls me that, but damned if letting it pass without muttering an objection doesn’t turn me on. I’m done playing. Ineedto get off.
“I missed you so much,” he says, closing the distance between us and bending to kiss me.
He’s slow and tender, his lips and tongue taking their time getting reacquainted with mine. As soon as he pulls away, I moan with disappointment.
“I missed you too.”
“I can tell you were a good girl while I was gone.” He sets a palm on my inner thigh, and I suck in a breath. “Going to bed with a wet pussy every night because I told you to.”
“Yes,” I breathe. “I did.”
